Intentions

I ran my first ever 10k this morning. I’ve been resisting it. Defiantly holding onto old ideas of not being a distance runner. But also (and more importantly) defiantly holding onto ideas that I don’t want to put myself in positions where my performance can be measured. Where I can be deemed better than, faster…

beginnings

The new year slips out of the old wearing a cloak of darkness thick enough to fool us into believing that there are no new beginnings. Our souls turn inward finding (by surprise; by intention; by cyclical forces greater than our consciousness) ourselves. In awe we examine our desires and discover them to be both…

voice

she speaks whisper words in a roaring world all the while wondering why it is she never feels heard

we wake –

the heart thoughts that I have yet to find the words for finally captured by leaves turning from alive to brilliant.

Letting Go.

Every time I run down a hill, I think of my high school cross country coach. The rocky path at Beaver Lake comes into my mind, and I can hear him talking. “Relax on the downhills. Let your stride lengthen. It’s here that you can make up ground. Most people you are running against are…

August 23rd, 2017 

It’s one of those days where I can see (faintly and smudgy against the horizon) where the idea that being a restaurant manager is glamorous comes from. My day starts languidly, rolling out of bed at 9:30am. I lounge in the sunshine on the back deck before jumping in the shower. Tossing around the desire…

she taught me to shift

in the early years of our love affair when I used to roll my eyes & sigh every time she changed that to this or moved there to here. I, stir crazy with desire for the way it was going to be to arrive already ran my eyes over the magic of transformation with disdain….

on the drive home

the taste of salt still in my mouth memory of an oyster scooped unceremoniously standing on the steps between kitchen and chef’s office weight of the day dangling off my shoulders or is that just my purse the noise of service slipping into a haze as I slide out the back door into fresh air…

Musings on Personal Power & Popsicles

This space has been quiet for more than a year. There isn’t much to say, except that it felt tonight like there were words inside of me that wanted to come out. They filled my head as last summer’s tayberries transformed, as if by magic, into popsicles. Most of this past year has been spent…

No one else I’d rather be.

Happiness returns as we slip into the comfort of our old self-sure self. It is as if rediscovering our most loved t-shirt our most faithful little black dress our most outrages-only-we-can-pull-it-off-outfit. This certainty comes from somewhere deep inside. There are no words for the feeling. It simply is. It simply is who we are. Without questioning…

It Starts With Vulnerability. 

The discomfort of vulnerability slides inside of our skin. Unable to take it off it clings like the cheap cotton of underwear after a night spent in a stranger’s bed. Tightly our humility fills us up and we feel unclean, dirty in a way we can’t wash off. The fabric chafes on our stomach, wraps…

Close Your Eyes and Trust Your Instincts.

That moment when suddenly it falls into place. For weeks and weeks you have been fighting an internal battle – you know you are missing pieces of the puzzle and the only way to get to them is to continue. You get up, you find tasks, you clean your house, organize cupboards. It will be okay…